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Now... Kristi and Dice present:



Extremely Franchised
by Kristi (Kristi_aka@hotmail.com)
and Frederick "Dice" Casden (diceandkristifiles@yahoo.com)

Following the Hardcore Heaven '97 pay-per-view on August 17, 1997, the new
ECW World Champion Shane Douglas, wearing black and gold wrestling trunks and
the ECW Championship around his waist, is entering his locker room located in
the back of Fort Lauderdale, Florida's War Memorial Auditorium. Shane smirks
at his valet and 'head cheerleader' Francine, dressed in a very low cut black
one piece dress. "I told the world... that tonight was the night that gold
came back around my waist..." Shane laughs slyly, "That tonight I would not
only kick Sabu's ass but I beat that decrepit bastard Terry Funk within an
inch of his life... and I did it..."

Francine presses her lips together and slyly looks at Shane Douglas before
she nods her head. "Babe...I knew you'd get the gold back..." Francine says
as she places her left hand onto the face of the ECW Championship belt.

The Franchise smirks and laughs slyly, "You're damn right you did... I was
sick and tired of not having what's mine around my waist... I made this
fucking championship what is... Raven, Sandman, Whipwreck, Funk... all they
did was keep it warm for me..."

Francine nods her head and smirks "Babe...you are so right!" Francine says as
she moves her hand against the front of the ECW Championship belt, which
remains around Shane's waist. "And it looks so great on you too..."

"That because I am the one true Franchise of ECW... no one else can hold a
fucking candle to me..." Shane Douglas says as he watches Francine caresses
the faceplate of the ECW Championship.

Francine raises an eyebrow and looks up at Shane Douglas. "Mmmmm...you do
look so damn good..."

Shane smirks, "Francine I know how you get when I got gold around my waist...
hell I know how you get when there's gold around any man's waist... so I have
to ask, why aren't you already on your knees and pulling down my trunks?" The
Franchise asks with a sly laugh.

Francine presses her lips together and slyly lowers herself down onto her
knees in front of him. "Can't fool you..." Francine says with a laugh.

Shane Douglas smirks, "Remember I had you pegged the minute I lured you away
from those stupid cock-suckers The Pitbulls..." Shane says as Francine slides
her hands up his legs towards his wrestling trunks in order to start tugging
them out.

Francine licks her teeth and slyly laughs. "And there's a reason why I'm your
head cheerleader..." Francine replies as she pushes his wrestling trunks down
from his waist and down his strong legs.

"That's because none of the ring rats that fill the locker room are as good
as you are..." Shane smirks as he steps out of his wrestling trunks after
Francine brings them down to his feet. The Franchise's nicely sized cock
hangs between his legs but starts to harden as soon as Francine brings her
hands up to it.

"Mmmmm...that's right baby...nobody treats you like I do..." Francine says
with a lick of her teeth as she works her hands along his hardening shaft.

"Mmmmm..." Shane Douglas moans as he watches with a smirk on his face as the
brunette vixen uses both hands to stroke his thick and long shaft while she
locks her eyes with the ECW Championship belt that's around his waist.

Francine leans her head down and starts to slaps her tongue against the head
of his shaft, while working her hands along his shaft.

"Ahhh..." The former Dean of the WWF groans as Francine teases the head of
his cock with her talented tongue.

Francine works her tongue smoothly around the head of his cock before she
parts her lips and greedily takes his cock into her mouth.

"That's right... mmmmm fuck..." Shane Douglas moans as Francine wraps her
lips his cock before she begins to bob her head on it at a brisk, lustful
pace.

"Mmmmmmmmm...mmmmmmm" Francine moans around Shane's large cock as she
bobs her head eagerly on his shaft, with her lips brushing back and forth on
his shaft.

"Ahhhh mmmm..." The Franchise groans as Francine sucks and slurps on his
cock, taking it deeply into her mouth each time she lowers her head on it.

"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" Francine moans as she lifts her eyes and slyly looks up
at Shane Douglas as she repeatedly lowers her head on his cock, with her lips
brushing on his shaft.

The former Dynamic Dude places his hands on the leather strap of the ECW
Championship that's around his waist as Francine skillfully bobs her head up
and down on his stiff cock.

Francine slyly taps her wet tongue against the bottom side of his large cock,
while she swiftly bobs her head, taking him deeper into her mouth. Francine
raises her hands and slides them against his legs and thighs as she eagerly
and greedily works over his cock.

"That's right Francine... work it like only you can..." Shane Douglas
chuckles as his head cheerleader lives up to her nickname by sucking,
slurping and even slobbering on his fat dick.

Francine presses her lips tightly around his shaft as she jerks her head back
and forth on Shane's large cock as she deeply takes him into her mouth, like
only she can.

"Mmmmm ahhhhh fuck..." The Franchise groans as the former manager of the
Pitbulls lustfully works over his rock hard cock with her mouth. "Mmmmm
fuck... get that damn dress off..." Shane says with a groan.

Francine lifts her head off of his cock and slyly licks her lips before she
scoots back on her knees and easily removes the skimpy black dress from her
body.

Shane licks his lips and smirks as he watches Francine's large juicy tits,
slender waist, and perfectly shaven snatch are exposed after she removes her
dress. Pulling her up to her feet, The Franchise bends his head cheerleader
over the locker room bench so that he can ram his cock into her hot tight
pussy.

"Mmmmmmm...ohhhhhh yeah baby..." Francine moans and grits her teeth as she
feels his large cock entering her from behind. "Mmmmm...you know I like it
deep, baby..."

"Ahhhhh don't I know it... because that's how I do it..." The ECW Champion
groans as he holds onto Francine's slender hips as he starts to firmly thrust
his cock in and out of her twat.

"Mmmmmmmmmm....ohhhhhhh fuck...." Francine moans and licks her lips as she
slyly starts to push back against his thrusting cock, smacking her ass back
against his waist.

"Mmmmm I love that sound..." Shane laughs slyly as Francine's' ass cheeks
smack loudly against the faceplate of the ECW Championship belt while he
drills her cunt with firm and deep thrusts.

"Mmmmmmm...ohhhhhhh...ohhhhhhh fuck!" Francine moans as she rocks forward on
her feet moving with each of Shane Douglas's deep and firm thrusts as he
easily works over his head cheerleader's snatch.

"Ahhhh mmmmm...." Shane Douglas licks his teeth as he increases the pace of
his thrusts, hammering Francine's pussy so hard and fast that she has to lean
down on the locker room bench to brace herself.

"Mmmmmm...ohhhhhhh...ohhhhhh fuck!" Francine moans as she rocks forward, her
hands sliding on the surface of the bench as Shane deeply plows into her.

The man who threw down the NWA Heavyweight Championship to usher in the era
of Extreme smirks as he continues to fuck his head cheerleader's dripping wet
snatch while the sound of her ass colliding with the ECW Championship belt
echoes in the locker room.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh fuck!" Francine moans as she bucks her hips back
against his cock, firmly pushing back.

"Ahhhhh ahhhh..." The Franchise groans as he pumps his cock repeatedly into
Francine's twat before pulling out. Spinning her around, Shane lays Francine
on the locker room bench and spreads her leads.

Positioning himself on the locker room bench and guiding his cock back into
her pussy, Shane leans forward until the ECW Championship's faceplate is
pressing against Francine's stomach before he resumes thrusting his cock
firmly into her twat.

"Mmmmmmm....ohhhhhh yeah baby..." Francine moans and grits her teeth as she
slides on the surfaces of the bench with Shane Douglas thrusting in and out
of her pussy. Francine soon hooks her smooth and tanned legs around his waist
as she moves against his thrusts, starting to grind on his shaft.

"Mmmmmm ahhhh fuck..." Shane groans as he pumps his cock in and out of
Francine's pussy while continuing to use his upper body to press the ECW
Championship belt down onto Francine's stomach as he fucks her.

"Mmmmmmmm...ohhhhh...ohhhhhh baby...mmmmmmm!" Francine moans as she eagerly
pushes against his cock, feeling him deeply pump into her.

The three time ECW World and two time ECW Television Champion smirks down at
Francine as drives his cock harder into her hot wet pussy

"Mmmmmmm...ohhhhhh...ohhhhhhhh!" Francine moans and arches her back from the
bench as moves against his shaft, feeling each thrust, while pushing against
his shaft.

Shane Douglas grits his teeth as he lifts his upper body from Francine's,
peeling the ECW Championship's faceplate from her stomach, revealing that an
imprint of the ECW Championship's faceplate perfectly pressed onto Francine's
stomach as he continues to fuck her

Francine grits her teeth as she starts to firmly push back against his cock
as he repeatedly slams into her snatch. "Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh yeah!" Francine
moans as she lustfully moves against his cock.

"Ahhhhh mmmmm..." The Franchise groans as Francine's legs slip from around
his waist as she aggressively pushes against him as he pounds her pussy as if
it was Terry Funk's face.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhh!" Francine moans and closes her eyes as she starts
to cum on Shane's cock.

Shane Douglas grits his teeth as his cock begins to throb as Francine's pussy
juices flow over his pistoning shaft.

Francine licks her lips and slyly looks at Shane Douglas as she feels his
cock starts to rapidly slam into her pussy. "Ohhhhhh...ohhhhhh yeah baby..."

"Ahhhh.... ahhhh..." The ECW Champion groans and grunts as he slams his cock
repeatedly into his head cheerleaders' twat before pulling out. Standing up
from the bench, Shane begins to stroke his cock as Francine sits up.

Francine licks her lips as she hungrily watches Shane Douglas stroking his
cock. "Mmmmmm yeah...mmmmmm I want that cum all over my face, baby..."

"Ahhhh awwww mmmm fuck..." Shane groans as he soon begins to cum, and he
perfectly 'franchises' Francine's' face as his jizz sprays onto her face.

Francine keeps her eyes open and looks up at Shane Douglas as his warm and
thick cum sprays down on her face, dripping and mixing with the sweat already
on her ace.

"Mmmmmm...Francine... let me tell you... it's going to be a long fucking time
before this belt leaves my waist..." Shane chuckles slyly as he stops
stroking his cock when he's finished cumming.

-END-


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